The ship rocked with the waves as they continued to sail aimlessly. It was raining, the raindrops as hard as hail. The sun was completely blocked out by the dark clouds. It was almost as dark as the room they sat in.

"When the four of you saved me," he said, "you said I was fit to be a king." A loud creak kept him from saying anything more for a few moments. "Did you really believe in that?"

Another creak introduced itself before his companion could speak formally.

"I can't even tell you what I believe in anymore, Doffy."